Shattered |Maxxie Oliver|

Identical Twins

We were at a party and I was dancing with Maxxie on the dance floor. Suddenly Jal was on stage and took the singer's hat. We all laughed at her before she was thrown over the shoulder of the body guard. Jal looked out into the audience and pointed,

"Cassie!"

We all looked over to see the small blonde standing within the crowd. The boys went over to hug her before I pulled her out. We all walked into the hallway and met up with Tony, Sid, and Michelle,

Multiple 'hi's went through Sid and Cassie before Anwar spoke,

"So how was it?"

"Oh, it was just... life. But I want to hear all your gossip." Cassie turned to Sid and Michelle, "When did you two first get together, by the way? By his hospital bed?"

"Huh?" We all asked at once,

"Don't you know? Lovely Sid and lovely Michelle are fucking." Cassie answered,

"We're not... not in the way you're thinking, anyway." Sid replied,

"Don't lie, Sid. I know your dad's dead, but you can't just go around doing whatever you want." Cassie went up to Sid before kissing him on the cheek, slapping him, and walking away,

"What's going on?" Jal asked,

"Cassie just said that Sid and Michelle are doing it. But Tony didn't know. And neither did I. Or Chris. Or Maxxie. Or Annie. Or you. Probably. But, hey. Hey, Cassie's back! Woo!" Anwar cheered.

I looked up at Anwar, "What's wrong with your hair?"

I grabbed Maxxie's hand and led him back to the dance floor, where we grinded against each other for the rest of the evening.

Everyone ended up back at Chris' place, where we slept for the night. Maxxie and I were curled up on the floor, along with most of the guests.

A few weeks later, we didn't see much of Chris. He was busy working. So it was very surprising when we got an invite to his flat for a housewarming party.

Maxxie and I searched for Chris, wanting to congratulate him on the flat and job when we spotted Sketch in the corner,

"What you doing here?" Maxxie hissed at her,

"I came with Anwar. He's gone to get me some punch." She said in her annoying little voice.

"When are you going to stop playing these games, Sketch?" I glared,

"Green doesn't suit you, Annie." Sketch replied and I rolled my eyes,

"Sorry it took so long. Tastes a bit funky, too." Anwar said, handing Sketch some punch.

My eyes widened when I saw him. His hair was bleach blonde and he was wearing a pink sweater with a plaid button up underneath. He looked more like Maxxie than Anwar,

"Yo, blood." Anwar smiled when he saw us, " What? What is it, dude?"

"Have you seen yourself?" Maxxie asked,

"He looks proper lush." Sketch replied,

"Shut it, you!" Maxxie grabbed a curtain and tugged it down, exposing a mirror.

Anwar stared at his reflection with wide eyes as he stood next to Maxxie, realizing what Sketch has been doing all along. They both looked at each other before looking at Sketch,

"You're fucking da-humped." Anwar said.

I guess that's his way of breaking up with her.